Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

"I knew this master's toaster would hit the grass-fed wolf."

"........................... meh..."

"Ah, Bongo's darts don't make it, the prick just keeps running away."

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"Don't be angry about the loss, your husband is a merciful sawadi."

Me and Bongo's party recently moved one hunting ground up.

Exactly. The two of us hunting raccoons and chickens is overpowering.

Raccoons are vermin, chickens are food resources, but herbivores are food resources.

When I moved the hunting ground, the fruit did get much better than before.

As long as we are happy to increase our pennies to two copper coins a day.

After hunting, I'm hungry, so I enjoy eating and walking around Bongo.

I've just set aside a little money these days, and I also go buy meat skewers and fried potatoes on my day off.

It's a big difference from when you were eating leftovers in the corner of the field without even letting me in your parents' house.

They even made a cabin for us.

Now you can sleep even if it rains, your husband really is a god.

The other day, I made my gear and scraped it down.

I don't know. A thrower and a short, heavy hand-thrower arrow I don't know, but, well, I'm glad to hear that.

"The battle is outrageous! 'But he said.

Indeed, it is very easy to use a tossing machine, often ending with a blow from a distance.

"..............................................................."

"Aye, aye."

Looks like the next prey is here.

Tie the spear to the thrower and shake it.

Bongo towed it with darts and threw a spear where the wolf was deceiving.

Bo! Hopefully, a metal reinforced spear flew around him, piercing the wolf through his shoulder mouth and stopping him from sewing to the ground.

"........................................................."

Bongo, who came down to the ground, picks up the darts around the instant dead wolf.

That's the sixth head, today's goal is achieved.

Come on, come on!

Let's go home and roll out to the stall!

"Whoa, aren't you a slave group? I helped the other day with the flaming spider."

"Oh, Agri's old man. But adventurers help each other."

On my way back to town, I met Agri, a fellow adventurer with a song sword on his back.

Mr. Agri pretends not to bluff, but he's a gentle pig uncle.

Sometimes I'm like, "Are you guys eating it right?" and treat me to street meat dumplings.

Even when I helped him escape from the rocks yesterday after being chased by a flaming spider, he was offered a tall peach tart.

I was glad because the confectionery store is somewhere where you can't be a slave.

"But your husbands are also worried, if you can kill a flaming spider, it will be more profitable to aim higher than a herbivorous wolf."

Mr. Agri sees a wolf on my back saddle and says so, but a safety margin for what your husband says? They're taking it.

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"Am I right, safe? It's not funny that even if you earn money, you should be safe."

Mr. Agri looked complicated and said, "See you!" and headed for the hunting ground.

Thanks for worrying, I'm happy now.

"Oops, your belly's back today"

Seeing us, Tessin, the owner of the skewered stall, threw out the newspaper he was reading and put the meat in the fire bowl.

The stalls here have a normal amount of meat, but compared to the others, there is a lot of salt and the flavor is clear.

After the hunt, the meat skewers here are the best.

My husband gave me something called salt candy, but I took that as a snack to keep because it was delicious.

"How was your day?

"As usual, we're done with six wolves, safe and secure."

"It's best if you do what you always do, because you die from someone you can't do as you always do."

"We are easy for your husband to decide."

"Well, your Schenker family is super rich, and I won't make it impossible, they bought it in a nice place."

"Master Sawadi is an amazing man, and Mr. Sawadi made this toaster."

Mr. Tessin grinned reluctantly when he saw me flickering through the wooden thrower.

"Speaking of Sawadi, you're famous for your play craziness."

"Yeah, well, I'll have my own theater in the future, 'cause I'm still small, but my dreams are big."

"Even the three men are talking, and maybe it's also an indication that they're going to get off the trail fight. That's right... Sawadi suddenly showed up at the fried potato shop in the back the other day, with a woman."

"Oh, that's what I recommended, it's delicious."

"You... I don't know if you guys are casual masters, but you're students at the Magic Instruction School, right? Wizards don't come from us. The one at the fried potato shop who was so freaked out, he took a stall break the next day."

"Huh, I don't know about that. Did I do something wrong?

"Some of us just crossed in front of those carriages and got one foot slashed off."

"Hi-ha, that's not cool."

"So watch out for wizards you guys don't even know."

That being said, Mr. Tessin taps the prosthetic leg of the used tree with a cone.

An unexpected breeze broke out.

A dragoon wrapped around a magical school's ephemeral uniform jumped across a magical creature's golden dragon just above the main street where a large crowd would go.

As is often the case.

An old lady of the Goat Clan who was nearby is squatting and holding hands toward the Golden Dragon.

This man is probably the same person as me, on the side saved by the wizard.

The meat skewers on that day were just a little saltier than usual.